In my youth, I read so many tales; some good, some not so much. I picked up pencil
and paper, and wrote. I didn’t know if it would be a novel, short story, or if I
would complete the work. These thoughts never crossed my mind. So, I didn’t intend
to become a writer.
I even started researching my work. The words turned out to be my first short story,
Minion. After the umpteenth draft, I read it and thought, it’s a lot better than
some published work I’ve read.
I bought books on how to write and get published. It turns out that I seemed to tick
all the boxes for the way not to start writing. How good was my story though? I’d
have to see if I could get published. I sent the story off to many a publisher, but
they wanted 5 or 6 more to make a collection. I wanted it in print, now. Some of
the publishers I found out later were vanity. I wanted my story in an anthology,
(better than the 60’s or 70’s I read) and without paying. I sent it to America (I
can’t hear the laughter from Scotland). My story was “bought” and published in Blackest
Death Vol II.
A lot of what I read now is reference material. I especially enjoy researching Scottish
history, always have. I have gained more experience and still try to get my head
around the techniques of writing.
Please emailme, I’d appreciate your views on any aspect of my work.